Devil Takes The Hindmost, chapter five.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! (Well, only four, but nevertheless I'm grateful.) divergentandproudofit, esparzaarias, and haley2017. Thanks for your reviews! Plus, all you who DIDN'T might want to. Here's chapter five, though it's kind of short! If I get at least five reviews, I'll try to write three more chapters this week and have it up next weekend!
BY THE WAY, I MADE UP CALLISTER HIGHSCHOOL. I did some research on Chicago malls for this chapter, so don't go telling me "THERE IS NO CALLISTER HIGHSCHOOL." THE SCHOOL IS FICTIONAL.

TOBIAS'S POV:

My ears ring incessantly as I reach for the large cup of Coco-Cola. I try my best to block out the HIGHLY irritating voices of Marlene Stevens, Shauna Robinson and my "best friend" (Although, if he was my friend, he wouldn't have led me into this apparent "rebound".) who's currently putting me through torture.
It's been two hours since we left the school and met these two harpies at Oak Brook Center. After a quick tour around Tiffany's, American Eagle Outfitters and Nordstrom, Shauna and Marlene begged us to go to the Cheesecake factory. Uriah was trying his best to get me to talk, but I barely said anything as the two discussed with Uriah about who the hell knows what. My head feels like there's a hammer inside, knocking on my brain. Thunk, Thunk, Thunk…
This "REBOUND" date is complete torture. This is the worst situation I've been in for the past weeks. Sure, any guy would be drooling over Shauna Robinson and Marlene Stevens, the two hottest girls at Callister, but I was ready to wring their skinny necks and throw them into a garbage truck. Unfortunately, Uriah still had that moment on tape, that moment a few weeks ago. It had been a party, and someone (I think it was Eric?), dared me to drink ten tequilas in a row. What I did that night is unspeakable. Uriah, the damned ass, had it all on tape, and said he'd post it on Youtube if I didn't stay. So here I was, stuck here, talking to Callister's backstabbing' bitches. (Their nickname, actually.)

"I saw her making eyes at you!" Marlene exclaimed, pushing her long braid over her bare shoulder. It was braided with gold, and pink, and mentally, I groaned. For the past hour, she'd been trying (shamelessly) to tell me Lynn, Shauna's sister, liked me. Like I REALLY cared. "Lynn MIGHT like you, Toby."

"Too bad he has his eye on someone else."

I jump up at Uriah's comment, and hissed at him dangerously. The two girls' eyes lit up excitedly, as both of them pulled out their Iphones. See, these two were the fastest in the entire school at tweeting, both with more followers then me and Uriah put together. If they figured out exactly who I liked, they'd make her life hell. Meaning, Beatrice's life. I made embarrassing for the first day…please, please Uriah…I pleaded with my eyes, staring at him with a casual look, but my fingers were tapping against the chair four times. We had come up with a secret code when we were kids, and the "dunh-dunh-dunh-dunh" meant "Avoid, shut up, discreet, SHUT UP."

"Toby…" Shauna asked in a secretive voice "Who is she? Is she cute? Do we know her?"
For a moment, she pauses, then looks at Marlene, her eyes lighting up.
"It's Lynn isn't it?!"

I and Uriah look at each other, then I shake my head. "Sorry, ladies…" I say quietly, looking at the table surface. "Not Lynn."

Their lips curl into a pout as they glare at me. Their manicured nails tap against the delicate screens of their phones. "Well, who is it then?"

"Um-No one you know!" Uriah quickly counters, his quickened pace meaning we had to ditch, now. He knew, as well as I did, if these two found out about Beatrice, they'd twist the story and make her life here in Callister unbearable. We couldn't let it happen. After we-Okay, I, screwed it up, we had to fix it. And we weren't going to fix it by spilling it to these two. We were both mentally panicking as Marlene and Shauna kept demanding answers.

"Is she cute?"

"Does she wear Gabbana?"

"Is she plain?"

"Have we met her?"

"Is she mousy?"

"Is she a junior?"

These questions continue through dinner, as we wait anxiously for the bill. As soon as it arrives, I pay with my father's credit card, and we usher both of them out of the Cheesecake Factory as fast as we can. The two harpies wouldn't shut up, and then Marlene began to throw a hissy fit, stomping her heels and threatening to tweet about us.
Finally, Uriah groaned, and suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. My shoulders shake as I try not to burst out laughing. Marlene screeches, her screech as loud as an owl's. Uriah smirks, as he says "Later, bro."
Jogging off, it's as if Marlene is nothing but a pillow as he disappears out of sight. Marlene is still screeching, pounding her fists against his back, demanding he let her down. Uriah is a football player, so this was nothing more than light exercise.
I turn my head, to see Shauna texting rapidly on her phone, something about her best friend being "Literally swept off her feet." I discreetly take a step back. Then another. Then another. Then I sprint into the crowd, before she can yell my name. Losing her in the crowd was easy.
Making my way to the other end of the mall, I sit down in one of those cushy chairs and groan. Rubbing my head, I suddenly register the sound of a couple arguing.

Oh Christ, please don't make me go through this again.

A man in his twenties is arguing loudly with who seems to be his girlfriend. She was pretty, though. Brown hair and blue highlights. Something different, for once. Her face is bright red as she counters his words, her fists tightening around the handles of plastic bags from various shops. Finally, she slams them down and stomps away, and the man stares in anger. Rubbing his head, he goes to the nearby coffee shop, and then makes a brilliant move. He begins to flirt with the much younger, innocent looking cashier. Winking, and making excuses to get closer to the counter.
I turn my head to hear an outraged cry, as the woman with the blue highlights return. She stands in shock for a moment, watching the sight, before grabbing the man's arm and kissing him rather heatedly. The cashier's cheeks turn pink as she quietly slides the coffee towards him and his change. She covers her face as she moves away from the counter, and the couple is still making out, and then I see this man's brilliant idea.

Oldest trick in the book. It was genius! I stood, some sort of strength raging in me. I couldn't understand it at first, but then I understood what it was. An idea. A brilliant, shining idea.
Women. The cattiest sort of species in human history. They get jealous. Sometimes too jealous. This was it! This was what I had to do! Make. Her. JEALOUS.
Laughing loudly, I head for the nearest double doors, and for a moment I can hear Uriah's words ring in my ear.

"The point is, SHE'S JUST ANOTHER GIRL."

He was right. Beatrice Prior was still a normal girl. Girls are catty creatures. Jealous. Raging jealous. A sort of feeling of victory sweeps over me, as I push the double doors open to the parking lot. The stars seem to shine a lot brighter. The sweet Chicago air of exhaust and smokers fill my nose, and right now, I couldn't be happier. I spread my arms, a huge gigantic smile on my face. It was fool proof. Genius. Making a girl jealous was the oldest and the best trick. I've done it before. Why not now? When in doubt, go back to the basics!

"Beatrice freaking Prior, I will get you! ONCE AND FOR ALL."

So, what'd you think of Toby's idiotic plan? R&R please!